“Quick.”One word. Not a question. A command. And oh fuck was he willing to follow her commands. She was unbuttoning her dress and how did her b...a come unhooked like that? Her dark rose pink nipples, eager buttons of need, fell with her heavy breasts between the roughened fingers of his left hand as his right tugged down her panties.He glanced down, to see the glowing translucent white of her ass and bare swollen pussy. Oh fuck. Mads Johnson. Maddie turned her head over her shoulder to look. He could make out a few fishing boats and small schooners. At least one slipway could be seen with a half-finished schooner. This was not a bustling harbour but a sleepy coastal town. Of course, he could count on half the fishing boats being engaged in smuggling. Then again, his was a Navy command, not one in customs, and most of his volunteers would also be engaged in smuggling. Polwheal-Adams had talked about catching contraband, but that was nonsense. Not when his crews were made up of the. But they always passed quickly, overruled by pride in her new, elevated role as one who depended on servants for her every need.The nameless maid sponged the withered limbs clean, then massaged them vigorously to provoke a flow of fresh blood. May whined as her twisted limbs made prickly complaints upon being awakened from their long sleep. She wished this part of the ritual was unnecessary, and that her now useless arms could just be bound up permanently. But the maid knew the occasional. Now I’m out the door.”“That’s terrible. I’m so sorry. Do you know how this all came about?”“Ms. Treacle told me that the director has been pulling people in and making them be a part of it. She threatens them with firing if they don’t have sex with her or anyone she chooses. Some love it, and most have gone along, or quit. I made the mistake of sticking around an hour too long. You’d better be careful, Jack. She'll pull you in too.”Jack thought about it after Mary Lou left. What should he do?He.